I couldn’t stop thinking about Farly’s words in the following few days; I thought about how we’d known each other for twenty years and how, in all that time, I’d never got bored of her. I thought of how I’d only fallen more and more in love with her the older we grew and the more experiences we shared. I thought about how excited I always am to tell her about a good piece of news or get her view when a crisis happens; how she’s still my favorite person to go dancing with. How her value increased, the more history we shared together, like a beautiful, precious work of art hanging in my living
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